A una mujer que llueve...

Esta es la letra de una canción del primer disco de Ryan Adams en solitario, aunque podría estar en el Strangers Almanac de sus repudiados Whiskeytown.

La cuelgo porque tiene una imagen con muchísima fuerza. Cuando la escucho veo perfectamente el puesto de fruta de NY, como en una foto tomada con una Holga: con los colores muy vivos, pero quemada por los bordes...

Y porque… ¡coño, Sam, yo también quiero a una mujer que llueve…!

Damn, Sam (I Love A Woman That Rains)

As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days

I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange
But when the color goes out of my eyes its usually the change

But damn Sam I love a woman that rains
Clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer
Clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer
With talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer

As a man I've never been much for talking to
I'm as open as the door in her house that leads to her room
And when the color goes out of my eyes she's usually too

But damn Sam I love a woman that's blue
As a man I aint never been much for sunny days
I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange
But when the color goes out of my eyes its usually the change

But damn Sam I love a woman that rains

Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker